OK, so this is my first Storm hawks fan fiction, I haven't seen the show in years so please be kind if I completely fail with this. Whatever! I just have always loved the villains in shows, so I wanted to write a story with one. Sorry if you hate OCs.
In the middle of a distant land, only known to certain people with the knowledge it is a harsh and brutal place filled with terror. A massive structure stands tall and proud as the rest of this world around it is being ripped apart by war and battle. The structure is what you might call a fortress, a castle, a stronghold, a palace if you will. Made with only the finest stone and marble, inside this monument of a gagarrison is a world of luxury and beauty; the walls are lined with the finest tapestries and art, the floors are the whitest marble that gleams like a diamond when the sun is in sight of it, as if it wants to show the flooring off to the world, to let it's gleaming splendour grace all that can see it and weep at its sight.
Beyond this structures elegant rooms and sparkling corridors, two monumental, great oak doors tower over any figure that crosses its pass. Yonder this door is a room much like all others in this structure. This room however, does not emanate the same sense of style and clarity as the others, but more a sense of frustration mixed with determination. An odd sense for anything yet something we have all experienced or will experience in our lives. In this room, there is no art or fine tapestry, no furniture and the floor does not gleam as bright. There are small candles everywhere to make for the fact the windows are barricaded shut, with rotting wood as the only indication showing how long it has been this way. There is a platform at the end of the room with a large chair planted in the middle at the back. It gleams gold and silver as the fine patterns swirl and wind all around the top. In this commanding fixture is yet another figure.
This figure is not the same as all the others. Its flaming red and black hair falls in front of its palling tone. Its dark black eyes move slowly through its surroundings, hooded by lightly shadowed lids. Its lips are straight and unmoving, below these lips a fancifully cover chests slowly rises and falls with its rhythmic breaths. The fanciful cover drapes down as a dress the further you look, until it touches the floor, the only thing giving the knowledge that the figure has legs is a slit in one side that allows one leg to be visible, covered up by a black heeled boot with golden rope spiralling to the ankle. The figures arms drape gracefully over the armrests of the chair, claw like nails painted red standing out against the skin. This figure, if you haven't already guessed, it a female human being.
The woman looked around her empty room, expression unchanging as her eyes past over what was once a window. She knew why it was done and she knew she had started the reason in the first place. It was all soon to be over though; her destiny was now forever sealed in this day. I f she was to become victorious, she would be the ruler of all the known the land, if she failed, her fate would be worse than death and all she had ever worked for to who she was would be destroyed before her eyes. She continued her silent inspection of the room as her eyes came past a faded red stain right in front of her. She sighed at it, with admiration and disappointment in her voice. She could have easily gotten rid of that stain long ago, as many of the previous men and women had done before her, but in all honesty, she found it comforting. It was a symbol of the start of her journey to who she was today, when she had kneeled there in that spot, the pool of blood staining her best clothes. That moment, when she was to become who she was now or die as the rest before her had in that spot. That stain reminded her of her abilities, that she was the best, the supreme one, master of the skill so many had learned, the new empress. She began to smile at the spot warmly, thanking whoever it was that decided the fate of people.
One of the large doors noisily swung open, revealing a stout and muscular man. The noise had quickly drawn the woman out of her thoughts before he saw her; her uncaring look back across her features.
'Your imperialness, I have been ordered to inform you that the device is ready and awaiting you.' The woman's smile came back to her lips, but with no warmth this time, only of satisfaction.
'Very good,' the woman replied smoothly, her voice powering and strong at the same time, 'I shall have you escort me to my new destiny.'
Tell me what you think of this if you want, you know, if no one likes it I'll just quite while I'm ahead.